Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.